hot mom story

[Homerun2611]

"That's it baby, momma is here for you always"His mind and body were like the white water river he and his mother had vacationed to and camped at earlier. The two rivers flowing together, merged into a moment in time where the banks pushed them together, accelerating their pace and creating such power it was primal, scary, but exhilarating as it was so completely uncontrollable, it just flowed and your rode, holding on for dear life.

He also remembered the campsite that night, they in their little tent. It was still almost ninety degrees at midnight when he awoke. His mother, dripping in sweat was sound asleep, but her body had kicked off the thin sheet that covered her as she slept on top of the sleeping bag, itself laying on top of the air mattress. Wearing the same t-shirt he had just ripped off her body, he had watched her sleep, mesmerized. She was dreaming, on her back, slightly turned toward him, the heat, maybe the rare breeze, or maybe what she was dreaming about had her nipples long and hard, he had heard her murmur, almost indistinguishable, but he had heard it, her soft moan, "That's it baby, momma is here for you always." Suddenly she had jerked, arching her back and raising her arms over her head.

But as she did, she kicked the sheet completely off, and her t-shirt rode up above her waist, letting him stare down at her bikini pink lace panties, lacquered against her body in sweat, her legs splayed slightly open, and the fabric pressed in to a perfect little camel toe outline. He had bitten his lip as he had stared there transfixed, he had never seen anything so amazing and so compelling. All he could think about was what it looked like underneath there, and how it felt.

Now here he was in the moment, and as his hands pulled down at her waist band, her pivoting up, welcoming his advance, as eager to eliminate the barrier between them as he was to be rid of it, all he could think of was "what would it look like, and how would it feel? He could feel the pounding of his heart in his cock, now completely recovered and dying to explore the next and most forbidden frontier.

He was suddenly more gentle, carefully sliding the final bits off her tiny feet, letting them fall ot the floor and idly kicking them away as they would hopefully not be needed again for hours if ever. Suddenly he imagined a new life, momma parading around the house in lingerie or nothing at all, wanting to always be available for and insatiably desiring her son to be aroused and wanting her, and endless sexual escapade of satisfying taboo desires.

The clothes off he slowly let is eyes pan up, this was the first time, a fantasy for a lifetime and he didn't want to waste a bit. Her short, firm legs were so perfect, and he ran his hands up her calves, knees and thighs. As his hands moved up, he felt her scoot forward to the very edge, opening her legs further with every inch his hands traveled, such that by the time his hands were almost at her pussy, and his eyes first feasted on her flower, she was as wide as she could possibly be, and her pink lips weren't just glistening, like an iris covered with morning dew, they were absolutely dripping, a small stream beginning to run down her thighs. He was stunned, he had seen pictures, movies, lots of them, but never a real one, and certainly not from the same womb he had entered this world. He looked into her eyes, his eyes so blue, wide and filled with almost teary eyed wonder. "It's...it's beautiful Momma...spectacular..." He looked down, staring, staring as she spread wide, letting his eyes feast on her splendor..."Do you want me baby?" Much like the little boy, he once had been, he nodded, a sweet smile on his face...like when she asked if he wanted a second scoop of ice cream, knowing it was a luxury they couldn't really afford, but unable to deny his appetites. His cock was pounding, twitching, but all he thought about, was the magical place between her legs, for him, 'the happiest place on earth'.

"May I Momma...." He took his large hands and took his thumb and ran it sideways up and down her sweet lips, pressing it into her folds, her juices flowing over the top, from just above her taint, he traveled up and up, until he was at her button, already swollen, out and wanting to play. So warm, so wet, so perfect, he had never seen anything he wanted more. "Do you want me Momma...d you want your big boy?" His breathing stuttered, he could hold back no longer. Bending down he slid his biceps under her thighs, and pressed his mouth to her sex, smelled her, inhaled her, tasted her...DELICIOUS. Hardening his tongue, diving into her canal...driving his head in and out...he began to tongue fuck his mother's tender cunt!

 

[wickedpen]

Claire's nerves were frayed as the desire that could not be denied was overriding every societal norm. "This can't be happening" she thought as her legs opened for her son. She wanted nothing more than to let him satisfy himself, to give him what she would not. To let him experience the pleasure she could provide.

His hands moved up her legs like flames. She wanted to burn or god did she want him. Finally he reached her aching folds. She watched his hands then his face then closed her eyes as he leaned in and pressed his lips to her. His tongue instinctively sliding against her felt amazing. And then as she opened her eyes wanting to cry the sensation and emotion too great he looked at her and began pushing his tongue into her.

"Oh God" she groaned as she felt herself rushing towards orgasm. She felt lost, weightless and world-less just her and her baby and he was doing something she could not describe.

"Thank you" she whispered as here legs began to shake and close around him. Her hands lifted her hips as she rocked into him. She was on fire and needed this. She watched him pushing into her, lifting her onto his face and outstretched tongue. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she gripped the lip of the counter. A guttural cry came from her as her every fiber seized into an intensity of release like nothing she imagined then like that whitewater river her pleasure rushed out through the tight fjord. Again she repeated the cycle of breathless intensity and blissful release as he lapped and sucked and gave her all he had, wanting her to know the pleasure she deserved.

After four peaks in quick succession she pushed him back. "thank you" she gasped he legs limp as she sat on the edge of the counter panting and shaking. "Wooo!" she exhaled with a smile at him now standing, naive as to the incredible performance he just gave her.

She slid off the counter onto wobbly knees and took his hand. Without a word he followed as she walked naked up the stairs bringing her son to her bed.

 

[Homerun2611]

Chris was in pure ecstasy, never had he gone down on a woman, never had he touched and played in a woman’s folds or smelled and been driven near insane by her musk. Lapping like a puppy at a saucer of milk, his broad and long tongue licked up and down her folds, inner and outer, he even slipped down and licked at here taint and little pink pucker just to feel her moan, then only to harden and drive deeply insider her wonderful cunt, fucking her with ferocity. His fingers and thumbs worked up and down her folds, tickling her lips and relentlessly teasing and pleasuring her button. Somehow instinctively he knew how to work his mother’s needy clit, and how to pleasure her slutty and wanton pussy in ways she had never felt before. Maybe it was the taboo, or the years of love and care now transitioning to predatory lust for her son, or maybe he was cunnilingus prodigy, but whatever, she moaned and threw her head back, shuttering in delight, as her juices poured, covering his face, cheeks and chin. “Oh God!”



He was proud as he could be as he heard her moan, he so wanted to please her, be his, he hers, no one loved or wanted to please her as much as he did, and now he was doing it as a man. Let me be your man Momma, tease you and please you, fuck you until you can’t walk, give you a hard cock any time you need to suck, fuck or enjoy, who better than me to satisfy your needs?



He couldn’t get enough, couldn’t get deep enough, taste enough. The way he adored and attacked her vagina was obscene, spreading her legs in a near split, driving his tongue, fucking her as hard and deep as he could. ‘Just wait for my cock Mommy”, he thought as he attacked. ‘Your big boy’s big boy is going to please you and fill you, like you’ve never been filled. He throbbed and nearly came at the thought. She did want to fuck him, didn’t she? They had already broken this barrier, why not them all. Again, he teased her tightest hole. Even there, oh mommy let me fuck your amazing tight ass! Slay it and tame it, make it mine!

The thought was so dirty, all of these thoughts were so naughty, he was a very bad boy right now, so very, very bad, but in so doing, she moaned, clenched her thighs around his handsome face, and then flooded said face again and again through orgasm after orgasm. He drank heartily of her juices swallowing all she offered, and unlike so many other men, he stayed, just drove harder, so incredibly driven in his need to please and satisfy her beyond her wildest expectations, just as he always had done everything in his life to make her proud of her big man.

Finally, she released, her needs, at least temporarily satisfied, it was sweet the way she said, “Thank you”. He smiled, “oh my pleasure, my pleasure indeed…anytime you ever want me, you know where I am and how much I want to take care of you!” She pushed him away lovingly, her face beaming and a look of satisfaction that matched his own after he had similarly climaxed into her eager mouth, and filled her belly with his seed. As she slid off the counter, he saw her catch herself, and he smiled as her legs were now the rubbery post orgasmic mush his even younger stronger ones had been.

She took his hand, no words were necessary, he knew, where she was taking him, to her room, and he wondered if this would become their room, would this be the first of a new life together, did she want him as the man in her bed, want her anywhere as much as he wanted to be exactly that! He would always want to come home to her eventually, for as long as she wanted and needed him to be there.

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Let’s just say, Chris’ night had gone much better than Brittany’s. Once to her car, she couldn’t even start it. She just curled her hands over her steering wheel and sobbed. She’d lost him, she must have. She loved him, she was tempted, so tempted to go back up, knock on his door, and pull down the yoga pants her thong and lay back on their kitchen table and let her man make her a woman. She looked up and did the sign of the cross and a quick Hail Mary for her impure and lustful thoughts. She thought about it, how excited she had been to finally feel his penis. It was amazing, big, hard, her friends had talked of their boyfriends, their little 5 and 6 inch dicks, her man had the cock of a God, David should be so endowed. Her man? HA, was he, if he still was, how much longer?

Tears still streaming down her tormented face, she pulled into her large, circular driveway. She walked into the huge foyer, but instead of going in and seeing her mother and father, she ran upstairs. Her mother, Bonnie, a Cheryl Ladd doppelganger from not long after her Charlie’s Angels days, could guess something was wrong. Bonnie was HOT, albeit a pillar in the community, but a cougar masquerading in linen white lamb’s fleece. Raised on the wrong side of the tracks, she had married to a man who wasn’t cold, he just wasn’t anything. He had been the son of rich parents, and she had used her looks to land him. Knocked up at 18 he married her, now 36, she had a daughter the spitting image of a young her, button was unfortunately stricken with the morality and guilt of her husband’s ultra conservative views.

She knew that Brittany had been out with Chris and she licked her lips. Oh to be 18 again and have that trying to get in your pants, or in her case, get into his! Bonnie could still suck the chrome off an exhaust pipe, just ask the head golf pro, head tennis pro, the head anything and Bonnie may well have given them head. She squirmed a little as she recounted her day, she had her tennis lessuon with the two new Swedish boys, and their cum was still oozing from both holes from her “doubles” most satisfying session.

She went into her daughter’s room as she heard the sobs. She set her hand on her back and for a minute she was scared, had she misjudged the freakishly handsome, but seeiming sweet as a teddy bear hunk. “Kitten, what happened, did he do something to you?”

“Nooooooo!” She sobbed….”It isn’t what he did to mmeeeee….” She gasped and gulped and tried to catch her breath….”it’s….it’s…what I couldn’t do to him….”

Her mother smiled, an incredibly knowing smile and rubbed her daughter’s back. “Now, hush…quit your crying…I’m sure it is okay….Momma will help you keep your man.” Part of her was cursing her husband, that was it…she would step in…her daughter needed to know how to please a man…and Bonnie needed to take her under her wing….and maybe have some fun in the process! As she rubbed her daughter’s back, she was licking her lips, feeling her nipples get hard…and thinking about her daughter’s hunk of a boyfriend!

 

[wickedpen]

Claire was walking on air as her small hand interlaced with Chris' giant paw. She felt her juices running down her legs almost to her bare feet on the thick carpet. She stepped up the stairs with her boy in tow. She pushed her bedroom door open as the moonlight flooded her big bed with pale white light. She turned at the foot of the bed and looked up at Chris.

"I love you baby" she said reaching up and putting her small hand on his cheek. "I am going to make love to you tonight, satisfy that primal need Brittany is unwilling or unable to satisfy. I do want your word that you will never tell another soul of what we have done and are going to do."

"Yeah, sure mom I won't tell" he said quickly like she was offering a secret if he promised not to tell.

She moved around the bed and pulled back the blanket and sheet and slid between the soft cotton sheets. She propped herself on one elbow and watched him move quickly into the bed, nearly bouncing her out with his excitement. Claire could still hardly believe the size of her son as she looked at his marbleized cock below his ripped abs and broad chest. She put her small palm on his chest and felt his heart racing. She smiled at him and then leaned slightly towards his with her lips parting almost imperceptibly, almost except to Chris who quickly closed the gap and inhaled her tongue moving his giant body next to hers. His touch was tentative at first as he felt her abs, then ribs then a handful of her breast. She moaned as his strength was a but unexpected.

Claire accepted his energized tongue fucking her mouth as it had her other pair of lips. She could taste herself on his lips and cheeks as she pulled his ear to her mouth.

"Have you ever imagined us like this?" she asked breathlessly as his hand was now along her back and gripping her tight ass. She felt his flex with her question which brought a smile to her. "I have too" she whispered as her hand found his aching cock. She stroked the big hot shaft with her small hand. Claire was well versed with the male appendage but this was one was special, it was all hers.

Claire rolled to her back wanting it as much as Chris did, well he would have if he was able to think. His fingers now deep in the slippery folds of his mother he had just been ears deep in. An hour ago he was nearly suicidal for release and now Claire had to pull, well encourage him to mount her. She opened her legs for him to kneel between as his cock hung pointed at her like a massive shotgun. She looked into his eyes as she reached down and guided hit spring action phallus to her.

"Gently" she cooed as he leaned into her feeling the inviting warmth and wetness against his head. She moved her hands to his hips still looking up at him. She swallowed nervously then again said "gently" as her hands pulled him. She bit her lip as the resistance to his size finally gave way and she exhaled with pleasure feeling him inside her. He was enormous and hardly moving. "Gently" she said again having seen him destroy things with his excitement. She closed her eyes as he rocked in and out, going a little deeper every time.

"That's it baby, a little more, a little harder" she coached from her euphoric haze.

 

[Homerun2611]

It was surreal, a dream, this big boy's dream come true. Was this really happening, could it possibly really be happening, losing the cursed "V" and doing it to the woman he loved, and he realized truly desired more than anyone? Looking down at her hand guiding him, WAS THIS HAPPENING? "I love you baby...I am going to make love to you tonight, satisfy that primal need Brittany is unwilling or unable to satisfy. I do want your word that you will never tell another soul of what we have done and are going to do." He nodded words almost alluding him, "Yeah, sure mom I won't tell." Truer words he had never spoken. He wasn't dumb and he knew if this got out, they might separate them and he couldn't lose her or have either of them face that kind of public scrutiny, publicly humiliated and ridiculed for doing something so amazing and beautiful. Second, and as important, he wanted this to be their secret now and going forward, he hoped to God, Satan or whoever he might appeal to on this taboo desire, that this was not it, this was just the beginning and he had just been welcomed into her bed as a new fixture for whenever they needed to celebrate their most primal attraction and need.

He watched her slip into bed, and took a deep breath, but controlling his unbridled enthusiasm was an utter waste of time. He bounded into the bed like Tigger, his favorite boyhood character as it so personified him. Boundless energy and craving constant fun and attention. They clasped into an almost instantaneous embrace, my God, how many times had they hugged, but not like this, this was magic, ande every move of her hands up and down his body, shot sparks, and ever touch of his to hers, a shock from his fingertips straight to his pulsating, pounding, ever twitching prick. He suckled on her sweet tongue and probably nearly choked her with his, but she took his enthusiasm readily, loving the feeling of knowing the man she loved more, exponentially more, than she ever could another, desired her this much. "You're doing great big boy, momma loves what you are doing to her!" No one could affirm and pump up her son like she could, and her words flew from his ears to his cock, and it was even bigger and harder than he thought possible. When Superman first jumped tall buildings at a single bound, it must have been right after his mother told him what a truly transcendent cock he possessed!

"Have you ever imagined us like this?" she asked breathlessly as his hand was now along her back and gripping her tight ass. She felt his flex with her question which brought a smile to her. "I have too" She misunderstood his reaction, he had, but only in the last day, prior to that, he hadn't dared dream, oh he had loved her, idolized her, thought she was the most beautiful and amazing woman in the world, but never like this, no, how could he. This was so much more than he could dream, on Maslow's hierarchy of needs, this was the pinnacle, Self Actualization, and who ever thought that possible! No, his reaction was to, she had fantasized about him, he wanted to know how, wnem, in all the explicit detail, had she masturbated to him, "oh God" he almost came, he wanted his mother to talk dirty to him, hear her need, be his slut, a slut for only his body, only her big boy and let it fire the engines even harder to satisfy her, service her.

She rolled onto her back, spread her legs, and as he knelt between them, and as she stared at his loaded shotgun, he delighted in her open, beautiful, butterfly wings. Her body infront of him a delicious buffet table of all the delights that he wanted to indulge in over and over. As she leaned in, taking his cock, about to lead the stray little boy back home where it belonged, he gently rubbed his hands up and down the insides of her silky thighs that would soon wrap around him and feel his power and lust for her. He looked into those deep brown eyes, God he loved her, so much, with all his heart. "Mom, you....you are spectacular...I just need you to know that..." His eyes scanned up and down her one more time, she was so open, so vulnerable, a victim of self induced body shaming, she saw herself in her son't eyes, so the truth in them, "....just spectacular".

She guided him in, 'Eureka' he should have yelled, as he finally was deposited in the promised land. It felt amazing, warm, comforting, tight, exhilerating, wet, erotic, her...perfect!. He was gentle at first, letting her take him, fill her, SO FILL her. They were staring into each other's eyes, no words could articulate the torrent of emotions each was feeling, as inch after inch after seemingly endless inch, descended, taking her, impaling her, until the glistening head of his cock bottomed out and bumped into the cervix that 18 years and a few weeks ago, he had emerged from as her baby boy.

It felt amazing, unbelievable, and it quickly accelerated, as their mutual need and desire was fierce. Soon she was being pummeled back into her mattress, driven in by his massive spike, screaming "More, more, fuck me baby, even harder, fuck me, make Momma yours! He grunted and thrusted, pounded and pistoned, and drove harder and harder. Finaly he slid his arms under the backs of her knees, and curled her ass up off the bed, pulling her up his muscular thighs. The muscles in his chest were rippling and flexed, as were his biceps, as she stated up at her son's physcial magnificence. He was lusty needy, but he wanted to, needed to hear it. As he did curls, pulling her body up and drivin git into he cock as he reciprocated driving down with reckless abandon, she so a different lusty, primal need in his eyes, "Tell me Momma, how much do you want my big cock, how good does it feel buried inside of you, how long have you wanted me...who do you belong to now?"

 

[wickedpen]

Claire was frankly overwhelmed with emotion and physical stimulation as her progeny worked his primal desires with her. It was intimate, and loving, yet obscene and taboo. Claire surrendered to her him, letting him perform the ritual of mating for the first time, with her, with the creature who had given him life, we was acting out giving it back and she loved it.

Her hands felt his soft skin covering strong muscles working his body against and with hers. She watched his face as pleasure and strain alternated as he drove into her then retreated with bliss.

Her body was well trained in this activity and took no effort with him as they were cut from the same clothe. She raised her hips into his thrusts and gyrated as he savored being full inside her.

"Does it feel good baby?" she whispered, feeling him throb and his heart race as she spoke. "Do you like fucking momma?" she said as her nasty side triggered and she flooded with lust and perverse desire.

Chris quickened his pace as she reached up and held his face. She looked into to his eyes. His face showed signs or his pending orgasm. She was surprised he had lasted this long. Then he slowed and said " Tell me Momma, how much do you want my big cock, how good does it feel buried inside of you, how long have you wanted me...who do you belong to now?"

His words triggered something deep within each of them as her back arched and the answer flooded her.

"I have always wanted it! I want it all! I am yours my son" she hissed just before her body seized with orgasm. Her arms and legs tightened around his body still pumping. She could not think as fireworks exploded and waves of ecstasy flowed through her veins. She fought to open her eyes and watch Chris, her son, release his seed for the first time into a woman, into his own mother.

She had never felt anything like it as it seemed wave after pulsating wave moved into her and was expelled in her womb. Tightly bound by their bodies seeking comfort as time and space disappeared into the primal satisfaction of teeth grinding orgasm. Their hearts beat as one, separated by in couple inches of muscle and bone. She refused to release him even as his weight bore down on her, she did not care. She never wanted it to end.

"I will always be yours" she sighed into his ear, "I will always be here for you."

She hung on as he rolled over keeping him inside her. His hands ran up and down her back cupping her ass as she laid, closed eyed feeling them as one. Wishing they could melt into each other. Slowly she released her hold on him. She pushed herself up straddling him. She slowly moved her hips around keeping him stiff inside her.

"That was magnificent Chris" she smiled proudly at her son, her man. "Brittany don't know what she is missing." she said with a laugh. She could see mentioning Brittany had brought him back to reality and a little sadness may have entered his mind.

"What are you thinking?" she asked soflty.

 

[Homerun2611]

"I have always wanted it! I want it all! I am yours my son" He grabbed her waist, he words meaning more, driving him higher than he could have ever imagined. He wanted that, needed to believe that she wanted him as much as he wanted her, as special, the only one he could ever want like this. Pounding, the words barely out of her mouth and her heels dug in and her body convulsed, seeming exploding inside as he knew he had made he cum, pulsing and quivering on is cock, she bucked and moaned in a way that suggested she was either being terrorized or feeling as good as any woman could feel. As she came he had pulled her up holding her tight as she squeezed him loved him and let her juices rain down on his cock and balls.

She had started it, but it was an immediate chain reaction, and as she reached mid climax, the first of her multiple and tightly connected peaks, his ass clinched and his pelvis drove up, and staring at her, just as she opened her eyes, "momma....yeeeeesssss" he groaned as he fired, staring and loving...proud to be filling her womb, his womb, his first home, grunting and thrusting, gruning and thrusting, their orgasms synched and perfect, they rode each other out, sharing a moment neither would ever forget.

"I came...I came inside you...oh that was amazing...your body, your...oh god your pussy...I love your pussy...I never want to leave your pussy". He might have been rambling but he meant it nothing had ever felt this good. Her fellatio was amazing, spectacular, but nothing wold ever compare to his mother's tender cunt. "I will always be yours...I will always be here for you." He heard and wanted to believe, "Do you mean it, he reached down and rubbed her clit with his cock still inside. I want this...I want more of this...anytime I can get it".

He rolled over and was thrilled as she stayed on and straddled him. She was savoring every second with his cock, as he was every second inside her teasing and tempting twat. "That was magnificent Chris...Brittany don't know what she is missing." She continued grinding into him as she talked, "Mom, I don't know if there is a Britttany, but even if there is...even if we go out...if you'll let me I want to come home to you, to this....it was magnificent Mommm...you were magnificent...and I don't want to think right now about anyone but you...I love you Mom with all my heart!" And just like that he juxtaposed from man to boy...adorig in the way he looked at her, warming a different part of her, one just as tender. They just looked at each other, but they never ever stopped.

"What are you thinking?" she asked soflty. And he smiled, once again a man, an 18 year old man, with the refractory period of a lightning bug, and he pushed harder up inside her, both smiling, tenderness again washed over in taboo lust..."That I want to go again, that I want you to ride your big boy!"

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As Chris was proving to be an outstanding mother fucker, Brittany's mother was contemplating fucking Chris herself.

"You took his cock out and then ran away?....Oh, that poor, poor boy". She was biting her lip, and rubbing her thighs together as she spoke. Her daughter topless, younger versions of her amazing tits tantalizing, she must have left that hunk so blue he exploded. She was tempted to drive right over herself and take care of him. Bonnie could empty a man's balls in record time if se wanted, and she was willing to offer him any hole he might like to use.

"Honey...your father is wrong...letting a man enjoy and indulge in your talents...your body...is what being a real woman is about. I am going to teach you...Chris is a wonderful boy....and WE don't want to lose him...do we?"
'

 

[wickedpen]

Claire rode Chris as much as she could with his hips lifting her high and his hands everywhere and his constant wonderful need to suckle her nipples. But in the back of her head she knew this was not going to last. She had her hands on his chest and was rocking forward and back feeling the incredible sensation of his head so deep inside her. She was careening towards yet another orgasm but her vision was of Brittany crying as she watched her beloved being pleasured by his mother.

Claire rolled off and claimed "too much." This was not far from the truth but she did love Chris and would have ruined herself to please him but her hand on his cock was bringing a smile as she stroked him.

"You are so big baby, momma needs to rest" she said smiling as her hand quickened. He was 18, he did not care how he came as long as a woman was doing it.

Claire pumped him as she had so many horny interns at work. Her technique was excellent, honed over years of service and soon had Chris covering himself with his young cum.

She curled up next to him in the darkness and waited for Chris to fall asleep.

"He needs a woman, not his mother" she thought laying next to his amazing body. She curled around his leg and ground herself against him as he slept. "God that Bonnie was such a slut in high school, how is Brittany so prudish?" she wondered. "Maybe it's time for a mother to mother chat. If she wants Brittany to keep Chris Brittany is going to have to put out." she thought as her hand went to Chris' wonderful flaccid cock. He groaned in his sleep as she squeezed it. "Momma's gonna get you that Brittany to take care of this" she whispered as he slept.

Claire fell asleep until the morning sun woke them naked and rested.

 

[Homerun2611]

It started hot, just as hot as before, driving and bouncing, suckling and taking, and he could feel her edging, God knows he was and then... that look of lust, their mad desire for each other dissipated in her eyes, and his heart sank. He was in love, or at least an infatuation that no 18 year old could differentiate from true love. No Fuck, he was not just infatuated, he was in love, he had held her sacred in his mind, a level that no mere physical attributes of a Brittany or any other girl his age, or any age, could ever compete against.

He had no comprehension he was constantly on the verge of becoming just another on her long and not very illustrious list. That knowledge would have crushed him. Was he just an itch...a bad itch perhaps, a long standing and deliciously taboo itch, maybe even a special itch, but still an itch, and she would soon need to itch again? Was her need for affirmation from a man, or perhaps her comfort with the total separation of love and sex, enough that she could not truly differentiate this moment with a man who so loved her, or was that just irrelevant?

She hopped off and serviced him, like he was any other guy, and perhaps sexually that was what he had just transitioned to. But that knowledge, if true, his young and adoring heart would not be able to handle. He came, he was 18, a woman with skill worked his dick, he was going to come and he did. Sated he fell asleep, holding her, a dream realized, in that moment he was happier than he could ever remember,he was as special as he thought. He felt special, so special, but was he, was he really, in the way he thought he had just become? He knew he would need to have other girls, but somehow he naively confident he had just given her everything she needed...sure she might need companionship...but in his mind he had just given her everything, and she him, more than anything she had his heart in her hands....did she understand the emotional fire she was playing with? If the itches came back, did she know the potential impact, would it be worth it, or could she even control it....not just for him in her bed, but for him in her life. He adored her, and what would be more painful than finding out you were just being another notch on her bedpost.

He woke up blissfully naive and happy, and went in to shower before heading to school.

 

[wickedpen]

Claire laid in bed happily replaying the night and getting off nearly as hard in replay. She had coffee and thought about writing in her journal about it but then thought better of it. Not something you would want anyone to happen into.

She showered and cleaned his scent from her sadly. She dressed and looked up Bonnie's number.

"Hello?" Bonnie said sitting on the exercise bike at her gym in matching purple spandex yoga pants and a sports bra.

"Hi Bonnie, it's Claire, Chris' mom. We spoke at the game?" Claire said not quiet sure how to broach the subject of her daughter's frigid ways forcing her to fuck her son so he did not die of blue balls.

"Hi Claire, how are you?" Bonnie said as the gym assistant eyed her from across the room and Bonnie smiled back a "I will fuck you as soon as I am off the phone" smile.

"I am good but I was wondering, this is a little delicate, I guess I should just come out and say it. Chris needs release from Brittany" she said in perhaps the most awkward way possible.

"You are breaking them up? What do you mean he need release?" Bonnie asked concerned as she stopped pedaling the bike.

Claire groaned then said "Brittany is a bit of a tease."

The line was silent as both women understood the situation.

"I see" Bonnie said flatly.

"I know this is awkward but they make such a great couple and every other way I think they are great together, but Chris is a man and I know you know that a man has needs" she covers her mouth as she just said perhaps too much.

"Uh huh" Bonnie said in agreement as the slight at her expense went unnoticed as she was plotting how she could handle Chris and keep her little girl from dirtying her perfect naive virgin self.

"I just wanted to let you know what was going on. I mean Chris is going to college next year and the girls there are not going to leave him wanting for must, if you know what I mean?" she said with a laugh.

"I do" Bonnie said sounding distracted, which may have had to do with the gym assistant taking off his tee shirt and stepping into the sauna across the room. "OK good talking, I will see what i can do. gotta go." and hung up.

Claire looked at her phone and wondered, "that was strange."

 

[Homerun2611]

Bonnie would have actually liked to have spoken to Claire longer, but her communication capability was quite limited, but luckily talking was the least important thing they did with their mouths. She grabbed three towels and then looked over each shoulder and made sure the coast was clear before she stepped in and locked the sauna. She looked the buff, but seemingly stupid young Italian and her mouth watered. Slipping off her outfit, she folded it neatly inside one of the towels. She needed to make sure nothing got on it, she had her reputation to protect.

Her body was still magnificent, as she kept it pampered, sparing no expense for her husband. She loved how the young man glistened in sweat, and she laid the second towel down on the floor so she didn't dirty her lovely knees. She loved the smell of sweaty cocks and balls, it took her back to her high school days, when after cheer was over, she would slide into the basketball locer room and service those tall young boys with their nice long cocks. She licked the salty wetness, and lapped at the precum as she enjoyed him. Two fingers deep in her twat, she rode herself to full arousal as she knew time was precious. She even did her expert trick of rolling the condom on with her mouth.

God she wanted to take him bareback, and no one loved the feel of another man's cum sliding down her as she sat having dinner with her family like Bonnie. But you know these foreignes, they will sleep with anyone, God only knows what a "lady" like her might catch! Condom secured, she hopped up in his lap, positioning her tits in his mouth, "Bite them, but don't you dare leave a mark!" Up and down she pounded, riding and screaming in the near sound proof booth, things that no church going lady should know, let alone yell. God she loved to fuck and the bigger and younger the prick the better. Her cunt was as tight as diligent kegels and thousands of fucks and a single child would allow. But it was more than enough to please Enrique who busted his not quickly, sending an extra shiver into Bonnie as she released, and left blood stained claw marks in his back. She smiled, she was still a great fuck, a fact that hundreds could attest to.

Up she rose and back down on her knees she went, Removing the rubber like an expert deactivating a bomb. Off it came with not a drop spilled. She made quite the sow of tilting back her head and letting the white cream drip down into her mouth and throat, only to be swirled, displayed to Enrque on her talented tongue and then swallowed in full. It was erotic, hypnotic, and his cock fired rock hard almost ejaculating again. Smiling she now took the dirty cock in her mouth and cleaned it. Her show had a purpose, other than her culinary delight. She liked her cocks hard, and it always did the trick.

Up she got and used the final towel to dab away her glistening perspiration, on with the clothes, and a quick peak outside and she popped out, wiping the corners of her mouth with her thumb and forefinger and licking the remanining morsel. A smack of the lips, YUMMM. And she grabbed her phone. She thought of Chris...he was young, bit and a virgin...he, she could ride bareback!

She saw Clares number and texted, "what if I come over tonight and we talk, perhaps get together with Chris, should I bring Britt, or do you think we ladies should "handle" this first discussion? - B"

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Chris did his best to avoid Britt all day. First he was on cloud nine and last night had been frustrating prior to his mother's intervention, and two he did feel guilty, even though his mother had been very clear in telling him he shouldn't be. However as he rounded the corner headed into his eighth and finally period she found him and pinned him against the locker and gave him a very passionate, most un Brittany in public kiss. "You have been avoiding me!" She looked with a combination of anger and fear in her eyes. "Last night was a mistake, but ...but we are not...you just need to give me time!" She now looked up and batted those gorgeous eyes and he weakened. Plus with his fucking his mother, some of the problem had been "relieved".

"Uh, yeah, sure Britt" She again pressed into him, sliding her tongue in and pressing her mound, trapped in her yoga pants, against his quickly hardening cock, farr less trapped as he was commando in his gym shorts. "I see your friend seems to forgive me...pick me up after school, maybe the lake...I'll steal some beer from Daddy?" Happy that at least for a bit, crisis seemed to be averted she started to walk away when she got the text. She had a most curious look on her face. "We won't have long at the lake, it seems are mother's want to have dinner with you...and it is unclear if I am included?"

 

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Claire was surprised and excited to see Bonnie's text. She had a rush of a thrill as Bonnie had always caught her eye but her puritanical religion views made Claire feel awkward. Apparently Bonnie was not as puritanical as perhaps was feared.

"I am going to leave that up to you. You know your daughter better than I, and although Chris is a fairly standard 18 year old male, perhaps you should get a sense of him first." she texted back.

Claire was white hot as she felt like she was helping to give Chris an experience very few 18 year olds have. They fantasize of them but to actually have them. Claire's hand was well under her skirt as she was imagining Bonnie's face with Chris on top of her when her phone rang. She looked and it was work.

"shit" she hissed as she answered and got the bad new. They needed her to work tonight, 3-11. She agreed then sighed, "at least if dinner does not go well I will be home to help out." as a smile crossed her face.

She text Bonnie back and said "sadly just got called into work. Perhaps you could have dinner with Chris and 'work out' the issues..."

"OK but I want a rain check with you" Bonnie responded sending Claire to her nightstand and a nice twenty minutes before work imagining Bonnie and Chris and Brittany sitting watching, tasked with learning.

 

[Homerun2611]

"MOM, WHAT DID YOU DO?" As soon as Chris left Brittany, he had to talk to his mother. His face was bright red, and he wasn't sure if it was more embarrassment or anger. What in the hell was this, was he really supposed to sit down with these two women and discuss how he wanted to fuck Mrs. Donahue's daughter. He was also really confused, and he practically whispered into his phone, "What about last night? Don't you want me to...I mean can't we..." He looked nervously over his shoulder as who knows who might be overhearing this, he wanted to scream, "Jesus Mom, we were great, don't you want to have more of me, all the time, like I do you? My cock is rock hard right now, just thinking about you and has been all day...and it is hard for you...don't you want it...as bad as I want you!" but he couldn't, and she couldn't talk either. He felt desperation, but if that was a one time thing, even as good as it was, he didn't know what he would do!

"You're not going to make it...you want me to entertain, let her speak her piece...fuck mom, she's going to want to cut it off...you know how religious they are!" He was sweating, a nervous type of flop sweat. He knew Mrs. Donahue well. She was so nice to him, even came to her games. And as much as he tried to ignore the fact, she was smoking hot. The older version of her daughter, but a woman whose smile, very essence, just screamed HOT. White hot though, pure. She had insisted on more than one occasion he join them at church. Britt was usually in some sort of sundress or white dress, pure as the driven snow. Mrs. Donahue was inevitably in a pencil skirt, and some sort of blouse, that despite her intention to simply looked beautiful for the lord, accented her every curve, and her curves could have hosted a Monaco Grand Prix. He had sat in church and looked over, always to find her looking back with a smile. His eyes would instinctively scan up and down her body, and she would cross her legs and then gesture that he get his focus back on the preacher. He would almost forget about Britt entirely as his mind was clouded in MILF.

He hung up with his mother, and had no idea if Mrs. Donahue would be coming alone or bringing Britt to dress him down publicly and make sure he kept his dirty hands off her daughter, and wanton cock holstered in his boxer briefs. He got out some burgers, about the only meal he knew how to cook, and put on his only pair of dress shorts, a pair of khakis. He put on an actual white polo, but he couldn't help how tight these shirts were on his muscular frame, and every bit of his chisled pecs and abs, would be all to visible. He showered, and combed his blonde hair, brushed his teeth, and even put on his Christmas cologne. He had no idea why he did that, except he was doing everything he could to be as proper as possible. He even put on his tightest pair of boxer briefs, hoping to god his horny 18 year old cock knew the dire circumstances here, and did not take one look at the smoking hot mom and react as, well...it was want to do.

At 7:30 he heard the knock on the door...wondering who all was cumming to see him?

 

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"Hey Chris!" Brittany exploded into the open door. She was wearing a white sweater cut low enough to see her cleavage pushed up by her hottest bra.She hugged him and kissed his cheek letting her chest push into him, and stepped passed him. He watched her perfect ass in her best jeans walk into their house.

"Hello Chris" Bonnie said softly drawing his attention. She was wearing a deep red blouse with the buttons opened down to the almost inappropriate level. She filled out the top and it was tucked into equally hot jeans like her daughter. They both wore sandals and it was like sin and virtue walking into his house. She stepped up and kissed his cheek close to his ear then breathed, "we are going to work this all out." in the most obscene tone he had heard since his mother last night.

The two women at on the couch as Chris turned to face them. Bonnie took control from that instant.

"Chris, I think Brittany has something to say to you" she said prompting her eighteen year old daughter, the way she did when she was six and said a little girl was not pretty. Brittany slowly raised her eyes which had been on her pedicure she and her mother had this afternoon. Raising her eyes also brought up her chest and she opened into the breathtaking creature Chris knew her to be.

"Chris, I am so sorry about my behavior. You are a man and if we are going to have a future I need to satisfy you, emotionally... spiritually ...." she glanced at her mom who did not react, just looked at her. Brittany returned to Chris standing tall and beautiful fixed on her. "and physically" she said quietly looking away as she said it.

"and what does satisfying him physically mean?" Bonnie said as her legs uncrossed and recrossed as she watched her daughter and thought of the young man a few feet away.

Brittany turned red as Bonnie's blouse but then looked up at Chris and said "make you cum."

"Good girl" Bonnie said patting her daughter on her knee with her left hand where she wore the big diamond engagement ring and wedding band. She then looked back up at Chris and said "so any talk of breaking up will need to go, OK?" Her tone was maternal and serious, but also there was something different in Bonnie than the church going mother. Something of a linger in her eyes moving up to Chris' face.

Bonnie moved closer to Brittany and patted the cushion next to her for Chris to join them.

 

[Homerun2611]

He was mildly, but pleasantly surprised when Brittany bounced through the door. Okay, this was not going to be be condescending beatdown he had feared, or at least having Britt there should temper that. But then Mrs. Donahue walked in, "Hello Chris" and then whispered in a tone that did things to an 18 year olds labido that were just unfair, "we are going to work this all out." And the night got incredibly more intriguing. The two were bookends of sex on a stick, jeans panted on perfect hips and asses, Britt in her white sweater, and push up bra that made Chris bite his lip, and then Mrs. Donahue in a red dress that sent his body aflame. They personified good and evil, but the horny young man, whose eyes feasted far too long on the ample and inviting cleavage of both, suddenly was lost in the fantasy of a mother/daughter sandwich.

The girl and the woman sat down, and Chris' eyes nervously flitted back from one to the other, trying like hell to silently talk down the raging snake in his pants dying to come out and see what all the fuss flooding through his senses and imagination was all about. Mrs, Donahue was in control and Britt, danced to her tune.

Her apology was sweet, so Britt, just a bit suggestive, but no actual meat. Mrs. Donahue fixed that, "and what does satisfying him physically mean?" She smiled as she watched his eyes as she uncrossed and recrossed her legs, the enthusiasm and unbridled lust of an 18 year old, she wanted to fan herself, as he literally tried to stare a hole straight into her dripping cunt. 'all in good time my boy, this is my show, but you will enjoy each and every act!' She enjoyed him, and allowed herself a deep breath, he was a virile feral cat, badly in need of pussy, purr!

Chris appreciated as the woman, who he was seeing in an all new, and incredibly appealing light, took the bull by the ...uhm...horns. "make you cum." Britt now answered in a most unlike Britt way, blushing in a way that inferred real truth...hallelujah, somehow her mother had helped her see the light.

A quick pat on the head and she looked knowingly at Chris, "so any talk of breaking up will need to go, OK?" Chris nodded, stammering, almost disbelieving at what he had just heard. "Of course, you know I love her, there is no other girl (he lied but the timing seemed poor to bring up how amazing it had been to gets sucked and then fuck his sweet mother, nor how he hoped and prayed, that it was only the first of many) for me, there never has been...it's just you seem to understand Mrs. Donahue." She only smiled, a seductive wisdom that made his heart leap, and his cock throb.

She tapped the cushion next to her and he obediently sat down. He would have heeled, begged or gladly rolled on his back to let her hands scratch and play with him, wherever they desired to roam. He sat down next to her, "Mrs. Donahue, I am so happy you were willing to bring Britt over and talk with us...please advise and help us become the intimate couple we want to be!" He said it as innocently as he could...and in many ways he was still shockingly innocent, just not quite as innocent as he had been 24 hours earlier.

 

[wickedpen]

Chris sat and Bonnie noticed his oversized bulge. Her eyes rose to meet his as Britt was somewhere between horrified and orgasmic.

"Chris" Bonnie began putting her perfect manicured red nails on his thigh, "there are some ground rules we must adhere to in order for us all to be happy." Chris tried to look at Brittany but Bonnie moved her head following her eyes.

"Brittany is a virgin and will remain that way until marriage, do you understand?" she said with no doubt in her voice. "This is non-negotiable."

Chris looked like he was suddenly confronted with a strange fast knuckle curve drop ball pitch with his bat hard in his hands.

"As you know Chris there are alternative methods for both of you to release the hormone driven.." Bonnie took a breath, seemingly overwhelmed by the thought she was having, "hormone driven lust your bodies feel. Brittany had masturbated for years and could go on until marriage, I imagine." she rolled her eyes at Chris like saying "can you believe this one." Then continued, "but I think she would benefit from some, oral stimulation as well. Are you willing to do this Chris?" she asked as though she was asking him to a pot luck at the church. Her tongue flashed as she wet her matching red lips awaiting his answer.

 

[Homerun2611]

Chris glanced down, and she had to feel the impressive muscles of his thigh flex to her grasp. And the moan he let out with her beautiful manicured fingers so close to his cock came from the deepest part of his desire.

"Brittany is a virgin and will remain that way until marriage, do you understand?" A bit of wind left the sails, and he wanted to ask a point of clarification, so if her pussy is off limits to my occk, what about her other openings? He resisted and dropped his eyes, "oh...uhm I guess I understand'.

However, as soon as she had pulled the air from the wind she let forth the next major gust, "Brittany had masturbated for years and could go on until marriage, I imagine...." You can imagine, he wanted to imagine, see it, watch it...first row orchestra seats, to watch her finger the string of her violin. "...but I think she would benefit from some, oral stimulation as well. Are you willing to do this Chris?" He gulped and looked into Mrs. Donahue's eyes. "She's never even let me see it, barely touch it...and you want me to go down on her?" He couldn't hide his enthusiasm, "I would love to...I have always dreamed of going down on a woman...using my tongue and fingers to bring them to climax after climax...I want to be the best...maker her scream in pleasure...but..." He now turned and looked at Mrs. Donahue, he saw her chest heaving, and her nipples poking through the tight red blouse, "....I'm not sure I really know how to best satisfy a woman orally, could you help?"

 

[wickedpen]

Bonnie smiled at Chris like she was the teacher and he the smart ass who says things as soon as she turned away.

"I am pleased you are more interested in what you will be doing for her, that what she will do to you, but your mom did say you were a special boy." Bonnie said with a knowing look that sent Chris into a spiral of confusion. Bonnie saw this flash across his face and moved her hand higher to keep him focused. "I am happy to assist in anyway I can." she smiled blowing all thoughts from his singularly focused mind, centered on the hard on inches from this woman's hand.

"Mother!" Brittany objected. A single look from Bonnie shut her down. "Why don't you show Chris what I taught you to do?" she said softening her tone. Bonnie got up and brushed his hard in with her hand in one effortlessly unseen movement. She walked across the small room to the chair and sat as Brittany rung her hands in her lap.

Bonnie turned to her daughter, reluctant to take her eyes off Chris having felt the wonderful tool he possesses as her mind raced with ideas for it. Brittany looked at her and she tilted her head towards Chris, as though nudging her to get on with it.

 

[Homerun2611]

Chris was not playing Mrs. Donahue, or at least not in a way that she was not seemingly leading him. But suddenly the mood turned, and despite the fact that he truly was dying to taste the delicious pie between Brittany's legs, he also was dying for relief himself. He saw Mrs. Donahue gesture to her daughter, and he looked down. "Perhaps it would help everyone if I just pulled it out, and Brittany, could peel off her jeans...and we could begin to help each other."

He let his hands go to his belt buckle and within seconds he had his belt undone, his shorts open and his fly down. As he stood up to let them fall to the ground, along with his briefs, he heard both the mother and daughter gasp, as his ten inch monster stood strong out in front of him, pointing directly at Bonnie. Their eyes turned to Brittany, who had peeled off the skin tight jeans and was biting her lip, but with no comments from anyone, peeled off her lacy thong. For the first time in their lives, the two of them got to look and truly feast on the spectacular bodies of the other.

Chris sat back down on the edge of the sofa and spread his legs as her mother stared. "Mrs, Donahue, if you would like to come and help Brittany get comfortable with how to handle me, you are welcome, but you might want to ...um...get more casual so that nothing gets on your clothes?"

He didn't look at Brittany, but she was lost, staring at his cock, and her hands lightly stroking her suddenly bare and incredibly aroused pussy.

 

[wickedpen]

It took Bonnie a few seconds to realize she was open mouthed staring at this magnificent man. Her hand came to her throat as she felt her face blush.

It was all moving so fast. Bonnie was at ease with some nobody who would never tell a soul but here she was, with her daughter, naked, and her boyfriend, naked with a monster cock, asking if she would like to demonstrate?

"Fuck yes" she heard herself say as Brittany turned in shock at her response. "I mean.. go ahead Britt, try to..." she lost her words as Brittany turned back to Chris. Brittany swallowed and knelt in front of him. She looked up at him the tentatively reached out her hand for his cock. Her fingers burned it was so hot. She looked at Chris and then closed her fingers around it and pulled it forwards. She slid her hand up and down barely touching it.

"Does that feel good?" she asked timidly.

"Grip it, pull the skin up and down too!" Bonnie emphatically answered. In an instant Brittany felt him in her tight fist and the pleasure on her boyfriend's face sent a wave of pleasure through her..

"That's it" Bonnie sighed softly, "use both hands."

They all watched as Brittany wrestled the stiff snake but Chris seemed to be enjoying it.

"Are you close Chris?" Bonnie asked nervously. He shook his head, although men often lied about that.

"Kiss his head" she said and Brittany followed her instructions.
"Take the head in your mouth and suck" Bonnie said breathlessly as her hand rubbed her stiff nipple through the red shirt. Brittany did not pause as she pulled the shaft back and took the head into her beautiful mouth. "now up and down" Bonnie breathed instructions. Her jeans were open as her hand was working down to her needy clit.

"How does it feel Chris?" Bonnie sighed finally reaching her hands destination.

 

[Homerun2611]

"Fuck yes" And Chris' heart beat like he was running a 100 meter dash, and his cock jerked so visibly Mrs. Donahue had to notice. He saw the look in the older woman's eyes and recognized the same look he had seen last night. She wanted the big boy's cock too. He also saw Brittany, the glare back, shock, horror and territorialism against her mother. He now knew he badly wanted both women, but how to do it without ruining a love he wanted to endure or destroying a mother/daughter relationship forever, that was the question.

His Brittany was so pure, that he found it almost as charming as he did frustrating, her utter ineptitude in handling his cock. Luckily she had the Bill Belichek of cocksucking behind her, whispering, no more like yelling in her ear. "Does that feel good?" Brittany naively hoped. He looked down into her sweet loving eyes, and he knew how much she wanted to please him. He looked up at Mrs. Donahue, licking her lips staring and caught her eye, she looked at him knowingly, and took over. "Grip it, pull the skin up and down too!... Chris moaned as this was so much better, and he smiled at Brittany, who relished his praise, even the moan of his apparent increased satisfaction.

The coach went into full gear now, it was time to pull out a W (win) for the good girls, "That's it...use both hands." God Chris wanted her to pull the rookie, and bring in the veteran...let the rookie learn and be better equipped for the next game...hopefully commencing shortly as part of a double or triple header right here. "Are you close Chris?" Bonnie now asked. Chris again looked up and wondered what the answer was she was hoping for...somehow he increasingly sensing that she wanted to share the moment of triumph with her daughter...taste the handsome young man's sweet cream, perhaps share it in a kiss between them that would make Chris most likely but a nut over them once again. "Not yet, but it feels good" He answered honestly and optimistically...he was only 18, he would cum eventually even to the world's worst hand job!

Now the coach brought out the heavy artillery, her best plays, tried and true over many a championship run..."Kiss his head...Take the head in your mouth and suck...now up and down" Now here we were going...Brittany's face so beautiful her mouth so attentive on his cock...he looked out at Mrs. Donahue...she was fondling her amazing breasts, her pants open, working what he could only imagine to be an amazing wet and experienced cunt and a needy and throbbing button. "How does it feel Chris?" "Oh God, good really good....but I'm nervous Mrs Donahue...maybe if you could...slip out of those..." He signaled to the clothing barely staying on. She watched as he took his hand and slid it behind her sweet Brittany's head, cradling it to to give him better leverage and then he was thrusting his muscular pelvis, fucking her little girls' throat, and 'oh fuck' she wanted that to be her. "...please give me the visual stimulation, I could make this better for Britt...she is trying so hard...or if you want...you could climb up on the sofa and straddle my face...and you could tell me how to eat your pussy...and tease your little button...so I can do it perfectly for her, once she finishes...." God he was so ready to come, but he wanted them both...not just now, but again and again...and this seemed the moment he might get all the players and coaches fully into the game!

 

[wickedpen]

Bonnie stood and began undressing. It was so unexpected but she could not help herself. Her little girl was all grown up and had a man, more man that her inexperience could ever satisfy.

"I will teach you" Bonnie sighed as she unclasped her bra and freed her huge rack. Her jeans in a pile with her red thong on top she was stunning, tall, blonde and fit. She stepped next to Brittany as Chris took her in like a centerfold. He had almost forgotten about Birttany as she choked, with Chris forcing her head down.

"Let me show you dear" Bonnie said kneeling and taking the cock. Brittany released it, almost relieved as she watched. It was surreal to see her mother, the lady who read her bible stories every night and said her prayers with her now eyeing her boyfriends cock, wet with her saliva. Then she moved onto it inhaling it and letting it slide do deep in her throat it was unnatural.

Chris was in love. He cupped Brittany's chin and smiled at her as she looked up at him.

Bonnie grunted as she worked the cock, wanting to give him the release he so needed.

"Fucking cum in my mouth Chris" she gasped before impaling her head on him again and again.

 

[Homerun2611]

She never stated a word, neither acknowledging his lusty request, that she, a woman of distinction and reverence in this community strip down for him, like some wanton slut, or that she consider climbing up over her daughter, and spreading her legs so that he could drink of her nectar like some sort of viking invader and she his willing peasant. She did smile, the boy had an air of wickedness that was just so savage! My God her daughter was a lucky girl and she was going to make damn sure she kept him.

Chris was grunting and forcing his needy cock further into his girlfriend's virgin throat, not realizing his size and reflexive trusts had almost completely blocked her windpipe. He was suddenly too caught up in his own lust and the visual spectacular of "Mrs. Robinson" stripping down and wantonly displaying the visual spectacular that was her well kept body. Waxed and moisturized to perfection, personal trained to optimize both muscle tone and flexibility, she was a work of art, or more a classic sports car, more beautiful, perfect and unique than any could ever find new at a dealer.

Chris looked at Britt, as his mother nudged her out of the way, and her disappointment was immediately negated by his sweet cradling of her cheek, and him pulling her up next to him. Kissing her, he slid his tongue gently into her mouth, something she was familiar with and enjoyed, he felt her suckle his tongue and he could taste his own flavor there. Breaking the kiss and constantly aware of the need to reinforce the mother/daughter bond, he whispered into her ear. "She's doing this for you sweetheart, for us, watch her and we can learn to enjoy this so much more together!"

Slurping and sucking, she worked his head like a master, and then opened her throat to take him so deep, he was realizing much about Mrs. Donahue, first and foremost, this woman had sucked a lot, a lot of cock, and she was incredible! Her grunts and groans were loud and obscene, tickling his balls with her manicured fingers, fucking his massive cock with her mouth, as if it were nothing, Brittany luckily didn't, but Chris did, when her other hand went down and began to service her swollen clit, which somehow almost impossibly, increased her enthusiasm in servicing the cock now halfway or more down her throat.

"Jesus Baby..." He turned to Britt, "Your mother is so giving and generous to us, how will we ever repay her!" Britt was suddenly smiling, seeing her mother in a hole new slight, a mentor, a guide in whatever her baby needed, willing to debase herself solely for her daughters education and virtue, what an amazing woman. Chris saw her look up at "repay" and thought he could see a smile. A woman like this had to have lusty, bawdy needs, and he was such a willing student!

As he kissed Brittany, he cupped her virgin pussy, and slid one than a second inside of her. His mouth suppressed her squeal of delight, but within seconds he felt her push in and begin to rid his hand. As Bonnie sucked and bobbed, Chris thrusted and groaned, his cannon loaded, the wick quickly burned down, "Fucking cum in my mouth Chris" His magnificent specimen of a body tensed, and he suddenly felt both of Mrs. Donahue's hands on his thighs, nails digging in to provide leverage, this woman knew cocks, and new this massive organ was about to fire. Not sure how Brittany would react, he pulled her tight kissing her, as his back arched, and he drove up and in and began firing rope after rope, shot after shot, of his massive load into the mouth and down the throat of his girlfriends, his only love's sexy mother. She took it all, sucking and pumping him, ever last drop was captured inside her glorious mouth. Knowing her daughter couldn't see she stood up on he knees and looked into his eyes, totally fixed on her, and opened her mouth, showing him her mouth filled with his creamy cum and smiled before closing.

"That was incredible...go generous...thank you so much for helping Britt and I....your counsel is invaluable to our relationship....." He saw the woman, sexy and still completely ramped up, a star athlete completely into the game, and the game barely a quarter old. "...Please teach us more..." He slid his hands down between Britt's thighs and spread them, revealing her daughter's glistening and dripping lips. "....just like you taught Britt....please teach me how to pleasure her pussy, I want to know everything, I want her to feel just as incredible as I do!"

He slid off the sofa and came around behind her, Bonnie was now on all fours sliding over between her daughter's legs, even for her this entire scene was beyond outrageous. She felt Chris' one thigh kneel between her legs, "Britt, baby, this will give me the best view of what you mother does to please you...." and he slid his fingers into Mrs. Donahue's soft, silky, warm, wet folds, pressing in, sliding up and down as she purred. His fingers finding her clit, he gently massaged her button. She was eyeing her daughter's pussy, when she felt his warm whisper in her ear..."when the timing is right Mrs. Donahue what do you want...fingers, tongue or cock?"

 

[wickedpen]

Bonnie was overwhelmed. Chris was outrageously hot and she had just given him a blow job or finished what her little virgin daughter started, as though she was helping in some unselfish way. Best of all Chris was playing into it perfectly.

Bonnie had a sneaking suspicion that Chris was more knowledgeable than he was letting on but ignored it. She used her perfectly manicured fingers to open Brittany's thighs into nearly a split. Then she traced down from her light almost invisible blonde mound to her swollen clit.

"You see Chris this is the clit, this is the hottest spot on a woman" she explained as her finger gently slide around the flesh. Brittany shuddered and moaned. "Then down the lips, see how engorged and wet they are?" she explored the folds as Brittany's manicure gripped the cushions nearly ripping Chris' mom's couch. "Brittany is excited as you can see" she said circling and teasing. Now my fingers alone are obviously pleasuring her. Chris and Bonnie looked up at Brittany who nodded furiously, wanting more. "But if you were to kiss or lick her here, she would feel such pleasure." she was cut off as Brittany's hand pulled her mother's face into her as she groaned "please!"

 

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Brittany was suddenly mainlining sexual heroine. Only the briefest exposure and she was addicted and craving! First it had been the feeling of power she increasingly felt as she worked Chris' cock. Shockingly, she had enjoyed taking it in her mouth, knowing she had driven the desire that had made him so hard, so big. She even enjoyed precum that came out, licking it and playing with it with her tongue. Then she had watched her mother, lovingly demonstrating how to drive her boyfriend, her man, and now her lover, over the edge. And what a man he was, she smiled wickedly and looked admiringly into his eyes. She and her friends had talked, they talked about their boyfriends, how they were so hard, but their cocks not even six inches. She had then done research only to find that 98 percent of men were a bit under 6 inches or less. She let her eyes pan down, not her man, he could probably fit five or more of their puny dicks inside his.

That was one of the reasons she had run the first time, she had feared something was wrong, but once she saw her mother's reaction she suddenly realized, nothing was wrong, her man was just far superior. And why not? Didn't she deserve that? She had been the hottest girl in school ever since she began to prematurely blossom. She saw how the boys drooled after her, and the girls made bitchy, jealous comments behind her back. Now the world seemed right, she was the hottest, smartest, sexiest girl, and she had the handsomest, most virile man. Now that she had her taste, she wanted more. Her mother's statement of her keeping her virginity until she was married, well they better have the ceremony next weekend, because prom was coming up, and she was committed to locking in her man. She would fill out her application to State U next week. She'd be damned if she was going to let some college cheerleader or sorority slut, try to steal her man. Nope, the only slut he was going to have was....her...well, and she smiled...her mother!

She was so wet, as her mother spread her legs, Chris taking a position as an umpire behind her. She was on display, her most precious jewel, her flower as her momma and daddy had taught her to think, on display, the petals wide open, and craving attention, she loved it. She listened to her mother's tutorial...it was obscene, and her arousal became insatiable. Leaning forward, she could hold no more...grabbing her mother's face, yelling "please!" She pushed her needy litl muff, but her mother was way ahead of her, spreading her lips with her fingers, and hardening her tongue to fuck her daughter's virgin cunt.

"Oh Momma yes...god yes..." Her eyes opening wide, realizing she just spoke of the Lord..and then dismissing it, just as quickly, letting her desires voice. "Oh Chris baby, are you watching...oh watch what she does....I want you like this...your tongue lapping my cunt...while I suck your magnificent cock!" She was horny, so goddamned horny, the genie was out of the bottle and her mother only smiled as she began to lick her daughter's clit...ushering another set of moans, and a new litany of obscene remarks from her angel. 'She is my daughter after all, God help Chris...' then she felt her his fingers drive deep in he slit and then a second wet with his saliva, test her tightest little pucker...

Brittany looked down, she looked at Chris and her mother, pleasing her, taking her to levels of arousal she didn't know existed...but she wanted more...and wanted to thank her mother...."Momma...don't you need it too...do...do you want...need...MY Chris to...to fuck you?" Her eyes were so wide, her legs were so wide...but this was amazing...was this really her...these words...this desire...God it was great!